Chapter 220 Xuanlei's action

With the explosion of more than ten secret Xuanleis, most of the fierce ghosts in the air were damaged in the middle of the air. Mo Yeqing, the owner of the ten thousand ghost dementor flags, was also damaged with the divine consciousness, and there were bleeding marks on the corners of his mouth. However, what Gan Ping didn't expect was that the tenderness was so seriously injured that he couldn't support it when he was swept away by the bursting air wave of the mysterious thunder. He fell off the flying sword, which really surprised him. Fortunately, this tenderness is the peak monk of Jindan, and his physical cultivation is also extremely high. Otherwise, if it were someone else, he would fall from a height of more than ten feet, and it would be difficult to break his bones.

The sound of bursting came from the distance. Mo Yehua turned his head and saw that his brother was scratched and vomited blood. For a moment, his heart was shaken, and his men slowed down for half a beat. Originally, Mo Yehua was seriously injured. Only with a moment of blood and fierceness, he had the upper hand. At this time, he was stunned, and most of the momentum immediately dissipated. The pain on his body also came, and his hands were slower.

Gan Ping roared softly and stabbed out one by one, forcing Mo Yehua's figure back. As early as the fire that was waiting on the side, the fire that scratched his ears and cheeks was immediately sharp, shaking the uniform stick, jumping more than ten feet, and a heavy stick hit Mo Yehua's back waist. This ape is the best at tossing and jumping. Hong'er's strength is extremely high. If Mo Yehua thinks that if he fights at an altitude of more than ten feet, he can ignore the existence of fire, it would be a big mistake.

The Juntian stick in Huo'er's hand is made of Gan Ping's evil gold wrapped in the cherished spiritual gold. If it hadn't been for the help of the silence, it would have taken a lot of effort to just integrate the two. Now the newly refined Juntian stick in Huoer's hand weighs more than 30,000 catties, and the head of the stick is carved by Gan Ping with many bruises of the self-incarnation blood knife. It is used by the strength of Huoer to pull out the mountain. It is really a powerful and fierce stick.

The Juntian stick rose in the wind with a strong wind, turning into a thin iron rod of a sea bowl, hitting the back of Mo Yehua's waist. Although there are many magic weapons to protect the body, how powerful is the power of fire? After experiencing the quenching of the body and refining the blood of the witch god, the physical strength has been stronger than Gan Ping. With this stick, how can the power be more than hundreds of thousands of pounds? The Juntian stick, with a sharp roar of tearing the air, abruptly smashed the Mo Yehua's protective magic weapon and smashed it on his back waist.

Gao Heng on the strong Bang Ziying's body tore Mo Yehua's defense of the dark clouds and smashed it over. Under the strong power of the fire, the solid dark clouds all over the body were like a girl's dress torn by a rough man, making a sharp whine and breaking inch apart. Mo Yehua, who was secretly attacked by Huoer, only felt a burst of force in his back. The sound of his bones breaking came to his ears immediately. He screamed that his spine was broken inch by inch, and his body flew to Gan Ping in front of him like a tattered doll.

Gan Ping, who had been waiting for a long time, smiled and turned into a sword. In an instant, he passed through the panicked Mo Yehua's throat and nailed it there. Mo Yehua's throat clicked, as if he didn't believe that he was killed by the young boy at the beginning of the liquid in front of him. He stretched out his only remaining arm and grabbed the sharp edge of the sword of the mountain, and his eyes were full of madness.

Gan Ping snorted coldly, and his wrist trembled. Mo Yehua grasped the edge of the sword and turned into a ball of blood fog. The tip of the sword picked up and cut off Mo Yehua's head in an instant. His left hand shook, and the short blade of the palm was inserted into Mo Yehua's lower abdomen. How can Gan Ping, who understands most of the experience of fighting between Xuan Mingzi and the fire dragon, be unpreventive of this hand? In front of him, Mo Yehua wanted to explode that Jin Dan and Gan Ping died together, but he found the wrong person.

How sharp the body of the demonized blood knife that day was. It pierced the Dantian of Mo Yehua and broke the golden elixir that was about to move. All the true mana that was about to riot in the golden elixir was touched by the tip of the knife, and it was like a long whale sucking a rainbow. Although the knife spirit of the blood god knife fell into a deep sleep, the effect of this magic knife is still there, and it is easy to absorb and refine a golden elixir. He quickly pulled out the short blade in the lower abdomen of the headless corpse, and Gan Ping grabbed Mo Yehua's head in the palm of his hand.

This is not the uninhabited witch tomb. If the blood-turning sword turns the corpse into flying ash in full view of the public, it will take a lot of time. Now that the magic knife has absorbed the golden elixir in the body, Gan Ping has noticed that the knife spirit inside trembled slightly. Obviously, this plunder is the turn of this knife spirit. Wake up, it also has a slight effect.

As soon as he turned around, he saw Mo Yeqing like a crazy tiger, flying towards him with red eyes, as if he was going to swallow himself alive. Thief, I'm going to smash you into ten thousand pieces--" The voice was sad and tragic, like a bereavement. Mo Yeqing's heart is bleeding. Although he and his brother Mo Yehua are very different in appearance, they are real twin brothers. The mother of his brothers died when they gave birth to them. The remaining two ugly brothers suffered the white eyes of the world. Only then did Yang rub their extreme and cruel nature and was addicted to killing. Spleen. But the two brothers have always been dependent on each other, like one. Now this beauty has arrived, but his own brother has been killed by this damn boy. How can he not be heartbroken?

It viciously stimulated the blue cloud five poison barriers on his body. Mo Yeqing flashed beside him not only the white bone sword cast by the white bone, but also a bloody bell flying from the top of his head and hit Gan Ping fiercely. In his heart, Gan Ping has long been an irrecontrolent enemy. He wants to capture the boy alive, tear off his skin and flesh inch by inch, swallow it into his abdomen, and then refine his soul day by day to eliminate the hatred in his heart.

Looking at Mo Yeqing's ferocious and frightening face, the round alchemy had been twisted and changed shape. The Bixin beside him couldn't help screaming and fell heavily in a low voice. The black gas on his face was even thicker. Obviously, it was the black light and toxic attack.

When Mo Yeqing was angry and rushed forward, he saw a strange smile flashing from the corners of Gan Ping's mouth. He couldn't help but wave the Biyun five poison barriers around him to stand in front of him. However, it was already late. Gan Ping raised his hand, and a golden thunder that hit three times faster than his fist quietly flew out of his hand, faster than lightning, and went straight to Mo Yeqing's face.

It was Gan Ping's super-large cloud demon fire Xuanlei that was mistakenly made in the Tiangong Hall that day, because some people cove it from time to time. When Gan Ping left Hualongfeng before, he took off the Xuanlei and left it for later use. After all, it is not his own realm of concentration. The blood knife is not powerful, and there must be a support. However, what he didn't expect was that he went through so many twists and turns when he came out of the mountain.

This Xuanleigan Plain was wanted to be sent to the Fengxingyuan, but it is not known whether this divine thunder will work for the equivalent monk. After all, the monk at the peak of Jindan is thousands of miles away. This divine thunder may not even touch a corner of his clothes, so he has always stayed with Ganping. Now it is simply appropriate to use this powerful Xuanlei to deal with Mo Yeqing in the early stage of Jindan.

It was too late to say that. At the moment when Mo Yeqing was stunned, the golden thunder had arrived in front of him. The thunderlight on the surface of the mysterious thunder was hidden, which was the power of the warm thunder pool. The strong thunderstorm suddenly corroded a hole in the blue cloud five poison barrier and came to Mo Yeqing in an instant. Mo Yeqing said in his heart that it was not good. The little Zhong Li, who was rushing forward, turned back and covered his whole body in it, and the seven white-bone flying swords stood in front of him and wanted to escape.

But it was already late at this time. Gan Ping narrowed his eyes, and a cold light flashed in the corners of his eyes. He shouted softly, "Bang!" At the same time, a tattered round shield stood in front of him. As he shouted softly, the Xuanlei, which was dripping around in the air, emitted a very strong light. The dazzling light made the blue tenderness lying on the ground quickly close its eyes. Suddenly, the deafening sound sounded, and a strong gas surge overturned several heels of the blue tenderness lying on the ground. It fell dozens of feet away, and his face was full of mud and grass roots.

Bi Rou was shocked. Not only because of the power of Xuanlei, but also because of the teenager's heart. Looking at his appearance, she obviously knew the power of Xuanlei, but she did not care about the safety of himself and his sister. He let it go without thinking about it. This son's heart was really cold. If I were you, I would do the same, but there is no pity in front of beauty at a young age. This heart is extremely rare among the young generation of Zihua Fairy Mansion.

Bi Rouqing knows how beautiful his appearance is. Over the years, it can be seen from those crazy suitors. Unexpectedly, he and his sister were not taken seriously by him. Is this person's heart made of iron stone? If it were someone else's words, he would have come up to protect the flowers long ago, and then fight with this villain, but Gan Ping's move made a strange feeling rise in the heart of the proud girl of the sky.